"Valerie, are you ok honey?" asked Jeff, all color still completely drained from his usually rosy cheeks.
"Of course I'm ok, silly. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm really starting to enjoy myself," I said calmly, Jeff now fully realizing the extent of my arousal.
As I lay on my back, I gazed up at this sizeable legendary creature before me and felt an eager longing. There was something so dominantly sexy about him, unlike anything I had formerly experienced. The Dragon rubbed his cock, whacking it up and down, making it as stiff as he could. It looked about as long as my arm, and thicker than my wrist.
I traced my hands down to my pussy again. It was juiced-up and slick, ready for anything the Dragon had in mind. He squatted down like a powerlifter, and pressed the head of his cock up against my flushed entrance. I spread my lips apart to grant him admission.
The mammoth beef forced itself in, and my tight snatch clamped around the girth. The sensation was glorious—immediate sharp suffering made tolerable by the intertwined bliss that ignited bits of my subconscious that had never before been triggered. The Dragon proceeded to nail me.
Crouching, with the soles of his feet firmly on the ground, he pumped me with a brutal urgency, his solid pelvis stretching me open while his sturdy cock stuffed my pussy. I felt every inch of his cock, every measure of its great length pressing and kneading my insides. At that moment it felt like the world revolved around his girth, as if the only reason I existed was to be enveloped around his dick.
Dazed and euphoric, I glanced to my side and looked at Jeff, helplessly bound to the tree and mortified. However, he was clearly excited. He lowered his head to look down at himself, and no doubt felt slightly second-rate. Usually so gallant about his own penis, he was now vacant and useless.
My groans bombarded my husband’s eardrums like a violent storm, and I could tell he wished there was something he could do. But I knew some part of him was taking pleasure in this—watching his wife getting banged by a mythical reptile, and the bulge in his slacks confirmed this. I think he felt a sense of perverse pride, that the Dragon desired me so much. And I was getting it, taking it. No doubt about it I was pleasing the Dragon, and it withdrew so that just the tip of his gigantic junk was in me, before thrusting back in mercilessly. It was unbelievable and stimulating and at the same time excruciating and gross.
The Dragon drilled and drilled—I could feel his shaft expand and thicken further as legendary blood ran through it. I could sense he was getting near.
"Oh Christ, wait for me, I'm not quite there yet," I pleaded, eager for him to keep pounding me until I came. "Hang on, please, just wait a minute," I begged the beast, the exhilaration and soreness driving a tear to my eye and more juice to my snatch.
I was now absolutely into it, howling in delight as the Dragon penetrated me, over and over. Astonishingly, Jeff had managed to free one of his hands. But, instead of using his free hand to untie himself, he apparently had a more pressing issue to deal with, as he fumbled with his zipper. Soon, he was very busy with his hand between his legs, frantically masturbating as he watched.
It was weirdly titillating, having this huge colossus fucking me while my husband wanked over us. Dear readers, if you had asked me how my vacation was going to pan out, I would never in a trillion years have been able to forecast this.
I pumped my hips towards the Dragon's dick, hollering and screeching louder than ever. The monstrous erection spasmed inside me, angry and ready.
He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up in the air. He fucked me like he was polishing himself inside me. I was like a wriggling, living blow-up sex doll. I hung there, impaled. I started to orgasm, multiple times, over and over again. I felt my pussy walls expanding, and his size felt like it was going to go right through me and come out of the top of my head. Yet another wave of ecstasy and affliction ran through me. I almost blacked out. The Dragon gave an untamed cry and let loose a flood of sperm that dispersed like a garden sprinkler on full blast, a hot gush of dense sludge that forced me off his cock. I hit the floor, landing on my back on the mud, cum flowing from my abused snatch.
The Dragon threw his hands up in the air and opened his mouth, and as he did so a fiery breath tore through the air like a flame thrower, singeing Jeff's eyelashes. An ear-splitting roar of glory and pleasure accompanied it, and the Dragon's dick aimed itself straight at me. It rippled and vibrated, as the Dragon beat his own chest like a gorilla, and another fountain of snow-white jizz flew through the air like Christmas party poppers, showering down upon me and completely cum-covering me. I knew the Dragon had big balls, but this was ridiculous—he had more cum than a hundred men.
The beast let out something that was similar to a contented chuckle, as Jeff came too, his load tiny by comparison as he ruined his leather loafers.
I had cum in me, and on me. The sperm indiscriminately filled my womb, paddling.
I lay there for a moment or two, stunned but regaining my senses. I felt pride in the fact that I had made this legendary creature orgasm—I had tamed the wild beast and fulfilled its natural primal desire. I felt the lukewarm, sticky cream-pie dribble out of me. I touched a blob of it and brought it to my lips. There was a lush taste to it and an almost rubbery consistency that really whet my appetite. I cupped my hand and caught it as it dripped, before bringing it to my mouth and gulping it down. For the first time since our encounter with the Dragon, I began to smile.
The beast glanced about with a barbarous grin, displaying horrifying huge fangs and a satisfied glint in his eyes. He waved his tail and sprinted off into the depths of the jungle.
At that point I had no idea whether it was possible for a human woman to get impregnated by a dragon. But given the amount he had ejaculated I figured it was pretty likely. Jeff had managed to untie himself, and crawled through the dank soil over to me.
I thought back to the Dragon's expression, still raw in my mind. He could hunt, he could harvest, and I could help feed. I sure had the bountiful mammaries to do that. I was sure it was cozy in his cave.
“Let’s never come back here,” muttered Jeff.
“Sure, sweetie,” I said softly.
I kind of meant it. But when we got home to the city, I booked a flight back here instead.
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By
Daisy N. Chains
“Rach, If we keep silent they won’t discover we’re here.” Larissa giggled, placing her finger over her lips. I rolled my eyes at my stepsister and relaxed back against the bathroom stall.
“You honestly reckon they’re not going to look in here?” I asked.
Larissa gave me a spirited glance. “As long as you keep your voice down, then no.”
“Dad used to work security at a museum,” I said. I didn’t especially like Larissa's plan, but figured there was a chance it could turn out alright, so I went along with it. Larissa was slim and pretty, and while I definitely wasn’t unattractive, having her as a stepsister was sometimes slightly unbearable.
“You mean, your dad,” Larissa corrected me, resting back against the wall and raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. She knew I disliked being stuck in a public restroom—of all locations—but she’d made the decision that we pressingly needed to investigate the museum at nighttime instead of during the day. And I guess I was curious enough to go along with it.
I closed my eyes, understanding as well as Larissa did that it would be a little while longer before they’d complete their last checks and lock up for the night. She appeared completely content to just hang out in the bathroom, whereas I was starting to have second thoughts.
“C'mon Rachel. Cheer up,” Larissa said in her nicest voice, trying to get me more into this. “I know you're a little concerned, but there's nothing to worry about. It'll be fun.”
“Fun until we get caught.”
“See—stop being such a negative Nancy. The security guards here as dumb as fuck. That's why they're security guards. Just relax and wait and see.”
My darling sister glared down at me. Her nice act had now ceased. She started pacing. I twiddled my thumbs. Larissa carried on talking. “I know what happened with your auntie, Christine, but that's no reason to be a mess for the rest of your existence. And there's no evidence that it really happened either—you even stated personally that you couldn't believe it. Yes, she disappeared, but she might've skipped town.”
My aunt had been a jungle explorer, and she had claimed to have seen—or rather, been attacked by—some prehistoric creatures on her last expedition. I sighed again. My sister continued. “Well, she either skipped town. Or the men in white coats came to take her away. Who knows.”
I plucked out my cell, calculating that it would be a good idea to divert my attention until we were sure the coast was clear. It was either that or sock Larissa in the face.
Another hour went by. Larissa kept trying to soothe me while I did my best to ignore her as I messed about with my phone. We got up and put our ears to the door. The museum was eerily quiet.
“It's time. Let's go!” Larissa whispered, looking very excited. Simple pleasures. She grabbed me by the arm and opened the door. “C'mon—we’ve got the entire natural history museum to explore. Y'know, most young ladies would be thrilled to be locked up inside a museum.”
I smiled. “I think you're excited enough for the both of us.”
Thankfully I managed to free my hand from Larissa's grip and we began scurrying through to the biggest displays. “Let’s go see the Dino showcase first.”
“Seriously? Wow,” was all I could manage, given the conversation we had had just a little while earlier. As we headed for Larissa's exhibit of choice, I asked, “But what about security system cameras?”
“If we see any, we'll duck. It's not rocket surgery,” Larissa chortled, leading the way as if she owned and operated the property.
“Rocket surgery... really?” I mumbled under my breath.
I may not have been totally relaxed with Larissa the majority of the time, but I must admit I found her amusing on occasion. Particularly when she got so thrilled about the Earth’s historical past—it revealed she was more than just an annoying floozy. I could tell she enjoyed these scenarios, when it was just me and her—she could quit thinking about what people thought of her, and just enjoy herself.
She slowed down her pace and touched my arm. “Everything's going to be fine, ok? I don't just mean tonight. I'm sure that stuff with your aunt will sort itself out. And as for right now, we're not going to get found, and if we do, my dad can get us out of it. He's got bank. And I know he won't let his little girl get into trouble.” She sounded genuinely nice right now, and I was starting to warm to her for the first time this evening.
“Alright, I'll take your word for it,” I said, and I could feel a lot of my resentment and anxiousness lift from my body. We didn’t speak the rest of the way, I just let Larissa lead me. She knew where she was going, and it didn’t take us long to get there.
“Dino City!” Larissa beamed, checking around for a few moments. I began to float over to some of the smaller glass cases, but Larissa prevented me.
“Hey, never mind about all that jazz, I've got something I want to see,” she said, going straight for the Brontosaurus case. “I’ve wanted to see one of these up close and personal for a while.”
“How close?” I asked, furrowing my brow.
“As close as possible,” Larissa answered. I shook my head. “Don't start getting stressed again.” She grinned, and pulled a table over to the front of the huge glass case and perched on it, stretching up to evaluate whether this was actually possible. “I'll go first.”
I was about to complain again, but knew it was pointless, so I just crossed my arms and watched.
“Give me a leg up.” She instructed.
I went along with it. I stood on the table and made a little stool for her with the palms of my hands. She stepped on my palms with one foot and not-so-gracefully held onto the top of the glass case. She pulled herself up and swung her legs over the top and dropped down into the exhibit, next to the skeleton of the Brontosaurus. “Ok. Your turn. Come on!”
“There's no one here to give me a leg up, you moron.” I sighed.
“Oh yeah. Well, you'll just have to observe from where you are then.”
“And... how exactly are you going to get back out?” I couldn't help but smirk as I asked that.
“Well, my buddy bronty here will give me a bunk up,” she answered, apparently proud of herself. She stepped towards the skeleton.
Suddenly, I heard a weird flapping noise. “What was that?” I looked around, my eyes scanning the shadowy, high ceilings.
Larissa looked pissed. “Hey. Don't scare me. That's mean.”
“Seriously. It sounded like—”
“Like a security guard?” Larissa offered.
“I only wish it did. It was more like—” And then I saw them. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
Two Pterodactyls flew from up above, squawking loudly and frantically flapping their wings.
Larissa looked like she was about to pass out, and amazingly she didn't scream. They circled above us, their wings formed by a skin and muscle membrane stretching from their elongated fourth finger to their hind limbs.
Larissa opened her mouth and silently mouthed the words: ‘Flying. Fucking. Dactyls.’
My knees went weak, and we both touched the glass of the Brontosaurus' display cabinet, the thin glass now cruelly separating us. It felt like Larissa was more than trapped—it was like she was in some sort of dangerous prison.
I tried to think rationally for a moment. “Umm. They could just be pigeons.”
Larissa looked worried. “Umm. I doubt it.”
Suddenly, the two Pterodactyls took a big swoop downwards, headed for Larissa's glass display cabinet, and that was all it took to strike her into motion. She scrambled and screamed, and started running circles around the Brontosaurus skeleton. But she had nowhere to hide. She was like a hamster in a cage.
“Rachel! Help!” She shrieked. But really, how the fuck was I supposed to help?
They flew into the cabinet, seemingly in a vicious rage. Larissa screamed, and I had no choice but to just look on in horror as the winged critters screeched at her. Their beady eyes stared at her ravenously for a few brief seconds before they went in for the kill, their large pointy beaks going straight for her breasts.
Larissa cried out again, this time sounding very distraught, as she simultaneously tried to swipe them away and protect her tits. But it was no use, and before she knew it Pterodactyls had pecked her top to shreds, and there she stood, trembling in her bra and jeans, her big fleshy jugs almost spilling out from beneath their cotton harness.
Her bra didn't last much longer, as one of the Pterodactyls flew round to the back of her and expertly unhooked it, setting her mammaries free. “No! Stop that! What the fuck!” She yelled. I watched on from the other side of the glass, and I'm slightly ashamed to admit that as I stared at my sister's jiggling titties, I felt my pussy pulse.
Her nipples were rock hard, and as she tried to cover herself up with her hands, one of the Pterodactyls snapped nastily at her bare arms. As she tried to hit the little bugger away, the other one seized its opportunity, and clamped its beak around her left nipple. Larissa shivered in dread as the dastardly prehistoric bird sucked at her tit, running its talons over her melon, pinching it firmly.
I was rooted in shock as I viewed my sister getting groped. The other Pterodactyl attached itself to her right nipple, and they both began to suck. Larissa squirmed and moaned. “Ferk no! They’re way too sensitive!”
No doubt her nipples ached. But so did my pussy.
She cried out again and toppled backwards, landing on her back on the fake moss that made up the display cabinet's floor. Her tits jiggled back and forth as the Pterodactyls stuck to her like glue. After a few more moments of them sucking at her nipples, she wailed, “I'm not lactating, you fucking idiots!”
Somehow, I got the impression she was starting to enjoy herself. Her breasts were swollen and growing red as she writhed beneath the dangerous ancient birds. I could see that she was losing herself in the thrill. She exhaled and placed her hands against the back of the Pterodactyls' heads, pressing them further into her quivering jugs.
I heard quick footsteps behind me, and I spun around to see a female security guard with a caramel colored complexion sprint up to the cabinet. Her name badge read: ‘Shaznay’.
“Oh sweet Mary...” Shaznay whispered, and then, before I got a chance to say anything, instructed to me, “give me a bunk up, little miss.”
I made a palm-stool for her, similarly to how I had for my sister, and before I knew it Shaznay had scaled the glass case. She pulled out her Taser and stunned one of the Pterodactyls. It started to have strong involuntary muscle contractions, lay on its back and gave a pathetic high pitched squawk. The other one saw this and flew off, disappearing into the dark, high ceiling.
“What in the blue hell are you two gals doin' up in here so late?” Shaznay asked. But I just shrugged and Larissa was too busy rubbing her sore nipples to respond. “Well, let's get you outta here.”
She moved the Brontosaurus skeleton along by a couple of inches, and her and my sister used its long tail as a step-ladder, climbing back out of the case. Larissa looked relieved, now finally out of her glass prison. But, the ordeals of the evening were not quite over yet.
All three us exchanged a look as we heard a loud, thudding, plodding noise coming from just around the corner. It was so heavy I swear I could feel the floor shake with every step.
An enormous ominous shadow was cast along the floor, and then I saw him. The T-Rex. He stopped. We looked up at him, and he in turn gazed down at each of us.
He was huge, very tall, but not as tall as some of the T-Rexs I had heard stories about, the ones that used to walk the Earth. I guess he was younger, probably about nineteen or twenty in T-Rex years, so definitely over the legal age. He was an uncomfortable combination of scales and muscle mass. There was plainly brainpower behind that prehistoric expression, thoughts and awareness. But I wasn't sure what he wanted.
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